And another fun night was had at the metaphysical shop. Tonight's topic: Reiki massage.
Chris and I arrived a tad bit late because of traffic issues, but that wasn't a problem. Everyone did a very abbreviated introduction and away we went! A 29-year-old named Mike used us as some extra practice for becoming a third-degree Reiki master. And oh my... he was cute! Maybe 5'7" tall, shaggy light brown hair, a small goatee... nice smile. I was as giddy as a school girl meeting Jessie McCartney for the first time.
Of course, Mike didn't do Reiki on me. I left that to Evelyn. But one of these days, I'd love for him to Reiki me...
It was an interesting experience, though it's the second time I've been through it. It's not your typical massage: it involves movement of energy instead of relaxing muscles. It's different to say the least. We patiently waited as everyone had their turns while the rest of the group meditated and sent and/or absorbed positive energies... which was a convenient excuse for the four of us to try to make each other burst out laughing. I had some strange mental images passing through my mind of each person dancing in a unique-yet-crazy manner, but I felt the humorous atmosphere would be very positive for everyone. A little laughter or snickering in a light-hearted manner never hurt anyone.
Then it was off to Big Boy for a late snack and the four of us to catch up on the latest paranormal group cruddy drama... I mean business. Lots of laughter, some at my own expense for my alcohol-fueled irritability the previous weekend. Apparently, I was angry at one point about Gloria Estephan. I have no idea why. But Bill's constant stream of snide comments were probably the root cause.
Thankfully, I rarely drink. Otherwise, I'm sure I would be more amusing... and not in a pleasant way.
It will be a crazy-yet-interesting weekend, going to the banquet dinner for the bowling league tomorrow night, then a concert in Cleveland by the Blazing River Freedom Marching Band, followed by my early birthday dinner at a restaurant.
Good times, good times...